Chapter Sixty-Seven

EVELYN’S POV

It felt strange, but after Leonard’s bath, I couldn’t resist him anymore. I wanted him so badly, but he either didn’t realize it or didn’t want to act on it. Tired of waiting, I walked over to where he stood and hugged him from behind.

He turned to face me, holding my hands. Without hesitation, I kissed him, and when he responded, I deepened the kiss. Passion quickly overtook us. Breaking the kiss, I knelt before him and took his hard cock in my hand, caressing it softly before sliding it into my mouth. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself hastening, lost in the moment.

“Eve, I want you forever,” Leonard murmured, gripping my hair tightly. It should have hurt, but it didn’t.

“Don’t stop, Eve,” he whispered again.

I followed his body language, adjusting to his rhythm. “Eve, you have to stop,” he pleaded. “I can feel it coming. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

But I didn’t stop. I wanted to taste him. Moments later, I felt a thick, creamy liquid rush into my mouth. It was almost tasteless, but I swallowed it without hesitation. Leonard looked stunned, his eyes wide with surprise. Before I could react, he pulled me up and laid me on the bed.

Without wasting a second, he entered me. I gasped at the sensation, my nails digging into his back as he thrust deeply. The pleasure built until I reached my climax, trembling beneath him. Afterward, we lay side by side, catching our breaths, the room filled with the sound of our panting.

The next morning, I felt refreshed despite everything that had happened recently. I woke up to see Leonard still asleep beside me. His flawless skin and perfect physique captivated me. Leaning over, I placed a soft kiss on his lips before heading to the kitchen.

I prepared tea and pancakes, then returned to the bedroom to find Leonard awake and brushing his teeth. I joined him in the bathroom, and after freshening up, we went downstairs for breakfast.

Afterward, I excused myself. I needed to talk to my dad about Dana’s evidence. The claims she had made weighed heavily on me, brewing turmoil within. Walking toward my father’s house, I felt as though I had left heaven and was walking back into hell. With Leonard beside me, I could forget my worries, but now the weight of everything bore down on me again.

When I arrived, I saw my dad sitting on the balcony, his face filled with worry. I wanted answers. Dana claimed to have evidence against him, which meant there was some truth to her words. A part of me hoped she was lying, but doubt gnawed at me.

I walked into the house and headed for the balcony, but to my surprise, my dad was gone. I checked his room and searched the entire house, but he was nowhere to be found. Thirty minutes passed, and I couldn’t find him.

Panic set in. Was he hiding because he was guilty? Was he ashamed to face me? I didn’t know. I just wanted to talk to him.

Standing in the living room, I pulled out my phone to call Leonard. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. My body tensed as fear washed over me. The steps were light—too light to be my dad’s.

Before I could react, someone grabbed me by the neck and pressed a gun to my head.

“Get down,” a voice commanded.

Terrified, I obeyed and fell to the ground.

“You have two options: leave Leonard or take your last breath now,” the voice said.

The voice was familiar, and it didn’t take long to realize who it was—Samantha, the woman from the restaurant.

Summoning courage, I spoke. “If Leonard wanted you, you wouldn’t have to fight for him. Don’t you think, Samantha?”

Though I couldn’t see her, I could imagine the anger on her face. She was silent for a moment before delivering words that shattered me.

“Leonard has nothing much to do with you. You’re just a distraction. Why do you think he didn’t save you on time the day you were kidnapped, even with all his guards around?” She chuckled darkly. “I stopped him. He was with his family—me, and his children.”

“That’s a lie!” I fired back, but she ignored me.

“You think I’d sneak into Mr. Wyatt’s house without knowing how to bypass the security? Guess who told me how to get in? Your darling Leonard.”

Her words were like knives slicing through my chest. Tears streamed down my face. I didn’t want to believe her, but doubt crept in. Could she be telling the truth?

I gasped for air, struggling to find my voice. “I won’t fall for your cheap lies,” I managed to say.

But then it hit me—what about my dad? I hadn’t seen him. Could he be in danger? Fury overtook my fear.

“Bitch, what have you done to my dad?” I demanded.

Samantha chuckled again. “He’s been taken care of.”

Her smugness enraged me. “You better not do anything stupid, or I won’t let it slide,” I warned her.

“Such guts,” she sneered before slapping me hard across the face.

And spitted on me. 

The pain surged through me, but I didn't stay quiet. Even though I somehow believed her, I didn't want to show my defeat.

“Leonard would always see you as the trash that you are, do whatever you can,” I said, my voice barely audible.

“But he would choose me when you are no more.” She threatened; before I realized her point, I heard a gunshot, and I felt instantly weak and terrible pain in my leg.

I heard her scream, and the gun dropped from her hand. I screamed for help, but I knew it was useless at the moment.

My dad must have been trapped somewhere. Leonard was close, but could I still trust him?

My eyes started getting heavier and heavier until I felt nothing more.